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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 18:22:32 GMT -5
She watched for a long moment and then she burst out clapping, quite unable to stop herself in her enthusiasm and appreciation.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 18:32:47 GMT -5
Her applause surprises the king who drops his sword in shock. "Oh...hello, my lady. How can I help you?" He looks rather embarrassed.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 20:20:58 GMT -5
Reyna smiled and swept a curtsey.
"I am honoured to meet you, Your Grace. May I congratulate you on your skill?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 20:30:42 GMT -5
"Congratulate seems a strong word," he notes cheerily, pleased at seeing a nice, attractive girl of exotic origin. "You are.Reyna Harlaw, yes? The ambassador from King Euric?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 20:36:17 GMT -5
"Yes," she said. "I am surprised you know of me already when I did not tell you my name."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 20:41:20 GMT -5
"You're the ambassador from Westeros; what kind of king doesn't know such an esteemed guest's name?" he asks. "Please, let me rinse off a moment and fetch some wine. I have a balcony overlooking the gardens that would be a perfect place to get acquainted."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 20:48:50 GMT -5
"Of course, Your Grace. Where would you like me to wait?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 20:52:31 GMT -5
"You can wander the gardens or just let my servant lead you to the balcony. I'll only be a few minutes." He hustles off to change and wipe some sweat off.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 20:54:22 GMT -5
Reyna went for a walk in the gardens while she waited for him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 21:04:11 GMT -5
It doesn't take long before a servant with a golden cup of wine appears, hands her the expensive drink, and leads her to a balcony with cushiony seats, overlooking the manmade waterfall in his garden. The king is dressed in loose-fitting robes to fight the heat of the desert. "Much more presentable now."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 21:14:43 GMT -5
"I took no offence at your appearance before, Your Grace," Reyna said. "I feel that my own clothing is not best suited to this heat."
She indicated the close-fitting bodice and wide skirts common in Westeros.
"I need to learn to dress like the Meerenese. Your robes look so comfortable."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 21:17:26 GMT -5
"I am sure we can find you something in here if you'd like to change," he said. "My sister Tristessa is about your size." He looks her up and down with approval. "Though the Westerosi clothing does favor you."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 21:20:17 GMT -5
She smiled at the compliment.
"We make clothing to flatter ourselves. Except in the Iron Islands. Clothing there is dull and boring. Not like on the mainland, where I lived for a while. But I would be honoured if the princess would let me borrow some clothing," she said.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 21:22:50 GMT -5
"She doesn't need to know," he chuckles. Forgiveness is easier to get than permission, not that she'll ever notice. Follow me."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 13, 2012 5:24:11 GMT -5
Reyna smiled and followed the king.
"Your kindness to a stranger is admirable," she said. "My people hardly have the best reputation, as I'm sure Your Grace knows. I've had to work hard to prove that I'm not like my kin."
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